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Anyone wanna fight?

I was being super lazy in station when someone from Eve Uni came in and asked, "Anyone wanna fight?"

The boys were down in null ratting. I had worked my sec status back up to a -3.8. I say worked but I admit that the last handful of days have been random and crazy. I haven't had the time to play or the energy to do something like rat and make sure no one comes and kills me. I undocked a ship and almost fell asleep before I landed to launch probes the other night. I decided to stop trying to play Eve and go to sleep after that..

Anyway, its today and I'm kinda puttering around chatting with my peeps as they work on their sec status. Lots of fighting has driven several people flashy red. Tactically, its just a bad position to be in.

That was when an Eve Uni roam fleet jumps into the system with 13 or 15 people and ask if we're looking for a fight. I suspect the answer is yes on our side. I'm not one to make assumptions.

I decided to find out. "Give me a second to see if we can pull together a fleet." I dropped the question to the boys.

"Yes," came back instantly. "Tell them to give us 10 minutes to get back into system and we will meet them there."

The fleet started to jump out and someone told me to convo them if we were interested. "Okay," I told the boys. "Do I have to broker this deal?"

"Yes. Broker it. We'll be in system soon"

"Gah." I was tired and just not in the mood for it. I worry a lot about it. I don't want to pick unacceptable terms. I pulled in some help. One of the boys joined me in it and I opened a group chat with the one Eve Uni member who said to contact him.

The basics came down to this. Come to system, fight on a planet, we won't loot T1 wrecks. Anything faction fit or t2 is fair game for the winner of the field. Bring whatever blob Eve Uni wanted to bring.

The request to loot the field was asked on their side. Normally, we'd say no. However, trying get the fight going, one has to make concessions sometimes. Our concession was that we'd not loot T1 stuff.

The boys turned around and burned back towards our home systems. Ships were switched and everyone burned in a few minutes in front of the Eve Uni fleet. We got ourselves settled and arranged and eyed how many people we had. We were running about 15 peeps counting everyone. We decided to cut logistics out, no duel boxing and drop all the battleship ideas.

Their fleet, I don't remember the full comp. A cane, some vexors, 2 or 3 blackbirds, some thrashers, some rifters, a coercer, rupture, drake, thorax, griffin... I don't remember exactly. I think there were 13 or 15 of them in the end. They bounced around the system for a while from one planet to another. We finally had them at one point and decided to undock.

.... and someone says in local "Lol I just saw your fleet"

We decided to leave our logi at the station and roll with what we had. What we decided to undock was hurricane/hurricane/sleipnir/sleipnir/drake/drake/drake/drake/drake/brutix

As we undocked we saw that they had moved again. A growl and a scan later showed that they were at the sun. "They are at the sun."

"Want to go to a planet?"

"No, just go to the sun. Fuck it. Engage them."

"We're at the sun," we were told in local. To late. We were already in warp.

We landed on them at zero. Our FC called primary on their Hurricane. The drakes engaged. However... our hurricanes went for the blackbirds. I started to grab targets as I landed. The one blackbird I landed on warped off just as I started to establish lock. I grabbed a thrasher, that turned out to be the fleet commander, and started rolling for a blackbird 68k off.

On one side, of course, I want to shoot some of everything. However, its not about the killmails its about the fleet itself. So I burned for the blackbird. The thrasher that I was lobbing rounds at blew up and then the blackbird jammed me. That wasn't the best idea.

I was to far away to hit anything else so it was me and the blackbird. He had me jammed to hell. However, I was watching missiles fly past me and hit him from the drake and sleipnir closing in. He jammed me some more, I stayed on him. He kept me jammed. Every-time I got a lock I got jammed again. I was sitting on top of him. One or two whirls of my auto cannons would have been terrible for him. But I couldn't get a lock... Then, he popped and the Sleipner soared past me at full speed.

I turned and started to head back, but by then they had taken down the two vexors. I targeted the last one as ships vanished off of the grid left and right. The one vexor was not going to get to leave tonight.

Last ship down...

Good stuff. They gave gf (good fight) in local and commented that they were a bit whelped after that.

"Field is yours," we said and went to dock. As promised, they were allowed to collect their wrecks unmolested. They waited out their GCC and one of the boys set up a destroyer fight possibly for tomorrow. I'll be at work but hopefully, it will be a good time.

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